Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67

After three years of marriage, he’d taken whatever he wanted from me. What difference would this moment make?

And so, I let Blake guide me to his car.

Blake’s car glided to a stop outside Lunar Mansion.

The familiar gates stood tall, guarding the place full of memories I’d tried to forget. The manicured gardens, the marble fountain, the sweeping driveway – everything exactly as I’d left it two weeks ago.

I never thought I’d see this place again. The day I walked away, clutching Snow to my chest like a lifeline after losing our baby, I’d been so certain. So final. Yet here I was, unable to break free completely.

“Out.” Blake’s command cut through my reminiscing, his voice carrying that familiar mix of authority and impatience.

I pulled myself from the car, steadying my nerves with a deep breath. But before I could take a single step toward the entrance, his hand caught my arm. The touch was different from his earlier possessive grip – lighter, almost hesitant. When his fingers slid down to intertwine with mine, the gesture felt.so foreign it nearly stopped my heart.

His palm burned against mine as he led me toward the mansion, his steps steady. I couldn’t help stealing glances at his profile, trying to read something anything in that controlled expression.

This gentle contact was so unlike him. The Blake I knew had always maintained careful distance, treating physical touch like a weapon to be wielded rather than a comfort to be shared. Now, his fingers wrapped around mine with a warmth that felt almost… protective.

“Blake darling, you’re home!”

Laurel’s voice cut through my thoughts like a knife. She stood in the doorway wearing a soft pink loungewear set, a matching pink apron tied around her waist. She held a spatula in her right hand, completing her carefully crafted picture of domestic bliss.

The moment her eyes landed on our joined hands, that carefully crafted warmth shattered. Her lips trembled as she turned to Blake. “Why did you… bring

Miss Sinclair here?”

The irony of her words almost made me laugh. This was our marital home – mine and Blake’s – where we’d created the few precious moments of happiness I’d been allowed to keep.I never imagined he’d bring her here, let her play house in the spaces where my dreams had lived and died.

Before Blake could respond, I slipped my hand from his grasp. “Don’t worry, I’m just here for Snow.”

Without bothering to respond, I moved past her into the house. The brief contact of our shoulders was barely enough to disturb air, but Laurel’s reaction was just too dramatic. She staggered backward, one hand flying to her shoulder while the other pressed against her heart.

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